Pixie Cut Hurricane

Drenched in the rains of a pixie cut hurricane at the end of a hot, hard day Tomorrow's feast is still far to the east as we prep for the return of the beast Pleasantries dispensed, now it's time for romance; all the cups all set out with a clink What's the harm in one more round when words are the more dangerous drink Two roads, two roads, enough with the roads! I already know how a future unfolds It's one small step on your TV set And millions of households holding their breath And it's you watching me from your front row seat Giving the speech I've been dreading for weeks And an old yellow wood that I saw in a dream Drenched in the rains of a middle-aged shame, the party sings out from its seat A dissonant note cuts through the smoke of a key we were trying to keep We sit abashed with our hands in our laps waiting for the other to speak A truth betrayed (like way leads to way) of your favorite song on repeat Two roads, two roads, enough with the roads! I already know how a future unfolds It's one small step on your TV set And millions of households holding their breath And it's you watching me from your front row seat Giving the speech I've been dreading for weeks And an old yellow wood that I saw in a dream